Room To Bloom 소설 & 이야기

she murmured, confused. Liam opened the door to the room next to hers. “Our room is here,” he said calmly. Anna shot him a sharp look, narrowing her eyes. “Look,” Liam added briefly. Her gaze drifted into the room. It had been transformed. Rose petals were scattered across the bed, arranged neatly into the shape of a heart. Her pulse faltered. “How long are you planning to stand in the doorway?” Liam asked, already stepping inside. “Do we really have to share a room?” Anna asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oddly enough, a sudden craving for takeout had wormed its way into her since she arrived that evening—a prospect made even more attractive by the bowl of leftover chipotle lentil chili. She shut the door. From her spot she could hear Milo make indecipherable noises and knew that he was probably petting his plants as he watered them. Along with a dream to be the next Spielberg, her boyfriend was an amateur botanist—a hobby he’d picked up from a short stint working at a flower shop that’d closed down two months after he was employed—and it’d taken several firm no’s from Camille to keep him from filling up their apartment with an assortment of potted plants.

Sebastian sat Alpha Nathan down on their couches to appear as natural as possible while Axel and I went to the front desk. “Good evening, sir. How could we be of help today?” “Good evening,” Axel responded. “Do you have three available rooms for tonight?” The lady at the front desk checked some booklets and frowned. “I’m sorry, sir. Today is the city's annual Bloom Festival, and I'm afraid that we are fully booked for tonight. However, we still have one room that we can spare." She looked at the two and us and smiled before saying her next words. “Would you mind sharing a room with your wife?”

Rosemary The room was steeped in a quiet so profound it felt sacred, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting golden shadows across the walls. The faint hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand was the only sound, a gentle reminder of the life sleeping just down the hall, a life that now tied us together in ways I hadn’t yet fully grasped. The day’s chaos had dissolved into this stillness, leaving behind a space where it felt like nothing existed but the two of us. Ethan lay beside me, his presence warm and grounding. The distance that had once stretched between us felt like a distant memory now, a bridge we’d unknowingly crossed to reach this fragile moment of peace.

Max found her that evening sitting on their bedroom floor, surrounded by wedding magazines that appeared to have erupted across the carpet. Glossy pages with beautiful centrepieces and luxury costumes formed a jumble of white, ivory, and pastel colours that appeared to mock her rising sensation of overwhelm. "How many different flowers exist in the world?" she enquired, her gaze fixed on a magazine spread depicting seventeen various bouquet alternatives. "Too many, apparently," Max explained, carefully stepping past the magazines to sit alongside her on the floor.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

His emotions tangled into a knot, and when he thought about the past, panic crawled up his spine. After all, Madeline had stood by him through his darkest days. … When Madeline came in to get a glass of water, she noticed something had changed in the living room. Flower petals were scattered across the floor, and a candlelit dinner for two sat waiting on the table. The sight felt almost laughable. She didn't need grand gestures anymore. What was the point of putting on a show like this? Madeline's brows furrowed. Then, she raised a hand to cover her mouth and nose.

However, no matter how hard I try to recall, I can’t remember when and where I heard that voice. I clasped my hands together and decided to open the door. Looking inside the room, I noticed that everything was very well arranged. All the equipment and tools are in order. This is starting to freak me out a bit. It looks like nobody has used this before, which means no one, except me, is here in this place. One step, two steps, with every step I took, I turned paler. Suddenly, I noticed a strange blinking light in the right corner of the room. Walking slowly towards it, I finally saw that it was a button. ‘Wait, that is strange. Why is this button here?’

The front door was opened allowing whoever to come inside and music blasted from Lucas’ huge speakers that he insisted he needed. There were familiar faces lining the halls and the smell of weed and beer heavy in the fogged room. Some splashes came from the pool and the couches were occupied with couples and guys playing the game on the big screen. Daz hung his arm over Patch’s shoulder and whispered into his ear, “Who is the blonde?” Patch let his eyes roam the room, noticing Dillon sitting next to Delaney on the ottoman. “That blonde?” Patched gestured toward her. “Yeah,” Daz said.

The grand ballroom inside the Reigns Mansion had been transformed. Thousands of white roses decorated the space. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the room. Elegant floral arrangements lined every corner. Soft music floated through the air. And gathered inside were the people she loved most. Rivero. Stacy. Daisy. Blaze. Fred. Hilda. Everyone. For several seconds Chloe simply stared. Speechless. Completely speechless. Then she looked at Liam. Understanding slowly dawned. "Oh." A smile appeared. A beautiful smile. The kind that still made Liam forget how to breathe.